Chapter 19: I. Praeda pg. 17

Death is a dream, moving too slow (ten years ago Phoebe barely noticed how her temperature crept up, up.)

Death is a dream, moving too fast (two months ago she had no time to react between her feet leaving the ground and being shattered by the sea.)

This death was a nightmare. It moved in real time, it bled seamlessly into the rest of her day from breakfast to bed.

Image: The feline monster is grabbing Phoebe’s leg, pulling itself up towards her. Phoebe is attempting to pull away. Their eyes are meeting, but hers are filled with horror and she is crying. The light from the Consumption spreads to the monster and it begins to glow. End description.

The light surrounding Phoebe spread through the monster like an infection. This morning she had put on her dress and now it was being torn apart. This evening she walked onto the train, and now she had only moments to come to terms with the fact that she might not be walking off- and the animal inside her screamed no, impossible, push, thrash harder. Escape. But the silver-furred monster wouldn’t let her go.

All she could do was wait for pain that did not come as sharp or as fast as she expected. Was the Consumption numbing her sense of touch, or the shock? Somewhere far away she felt teeth move through the skin of her shoulder; like a whisper in her ear, she heard the wet crunch of her clavicle breaking as its jaws yanked tissue out.

Image: A close-up shot of Phoebe’s bust. Her head, partially out of view, is turned up and tears are running down her cheek. Her mouth is screwed in a jagged frown. The feline monster is biting into her shoulder, its teeth around one of her bones. It is smiling slightly. The image is black and white except for Phoebe’s insides, which are colored normally. End description.

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